Nugae Canorae: PoemsJ. and A. Arch, 1819 - 332 Seiten |
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... Night , in a mountainous Country 200 Sonnet 27. - Sketch of a Mountain Cottage . ...... 202 203 ....... 204 Sonnet 28 . Sonnet 29. - Description of a Spring Hail Storm in a mountainous Country . Sonnet 30. - To Sophia , written previous ...
... Night , in a mountainous Country 200 Sonnet 27. - Sketch of a Mountain Cottage . ...... 202 203 ....... 204 Sonnet 28 . Sonnet 29. - Description of a Spring Hail Storm in a mountainous Country . Sonnet 30. - To Sophia , written previous ...
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... that unseen All wildly glance those fabled scenes among , Whose solemn voices , oft Night's conscious queen Salute with murmur sweet , and mystic song ; May you for him that raptur'd roves along , Or B 2 A POETICAL EFFUSION .
... that unseen All wildly glance those fabled scenes among , Whose solemn voices , oft Night's conscious queen Salute with murmur sweet , and mystic song ; May you for him that raptur'd roves along , Or B 2 A POETICAL EFFUSION .
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... night - storm is brooding on high . " Twas summer ; —and sultry and parching noon- tide , The woodman , with labour oppressed , The ragings of thirst would relieve ; -by the side Of his path , on a sign , he unluckily spied All the ...
... night - storm is brooding on high . " Twas summer ; —and sultry and parching noon- tide , The woodman , with labour oppressed , The ragings of thirst would relieve ; -by the side Of his path , on a sign , he unluckily spied All the ...
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... night it was dark , And long was the eve ; -on his cheek , While his eye brooded vacantly o'er the pale spark , As it died on the hearth , the beholder might mark Those workings that bid the heart break . He thought on the maid ; on the ...
... night it was dark , And long was the eve ; -on his cheek , While his eye brooded vacantly o'er the pale spark , As it died on the hearth , the beholder might mark Those workings that bid the heart break . He thought on the maid ; on the ...
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... the storm of yester - night , Its dancing flashes and its growling thunder ? And canst thou call to mind the colourless moon , " What time the thin cloud half obscured the stars , Lines to a Young Mun, &c............
... the storm of yester - night , Its dancing flashes and its growling thunder ? And canst thou call to mind the colourless moon , " What time the thin cloud half obscured the stars , Lines to a Young Mun, &c............
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
agony Ajax Alcyone Ambleside Arethuse arms Author beneath bless blest bliss bosom breast breathe breeze canst Ceyx CHARLES LLOYD charms cheek clouds dear despair dost thou doth dream dwell e'en earth fancy fantastic fears feel forms gleam gloom grace grassy head haply happiness hast hath haunts heart Heaven holy hope hour hues human inglorius Italian language life's living lonely look lov'd malè meek mind mirth mountain murmur nature Nature's ne'er Nessus o'er oh Father Ovid pale pang passion peace pines pity poem poor prayer raptures reach of love river Brathay rocks scene seek seem'd sense shed sigh silent Skiddaw smiles solitude SONNET Sonnet 24 Sonnet 36 sorrow sought soul spirit stream sublime sweet swell tears tempests thee thine things thought tide trembling Twas voice warm waves weep wild winds
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 127 - ... a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 94 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun ; which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it : and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Seite 170 - Sonnets appear to me the most exquisite, in which moral sentiments, affections, or feelings, are deduced from, and associated with, the scenery of Nature.
Seite 127 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 170 - In a Sonnet then we require a development of some lonely feeling, by whatever cause it may have been excited...
Seite 136 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Seite 62 - Of tenderest grass, sts island circlet sprea"d ! This man did rear a hut, and lived and died In that lone dell ! He had no friend on earth, Nor wanted one — For much he lov'd his God, And much those works which e'en the lonely man May taste abundantly ! And he did think So oft on life's great Author, that at last He worshipp'd him in all things, and believ'd His poorest creatures holy, and could see " Religious meanings in the forms of nature...
Seite 125 - Betrayed that the pulse of each heart Of my feet's stealing fall knew the speech ; While all would not let me depart, Till the kiss was bestowed upon each ; By the boy,* who, when walking and musing, And thinking myself quite alone, Would follow the path I was...
Seite xv - But those frequent songs throughout the law and prophets beyond all these, not in their divine argument alone, but in the very critical art of composition, may be easily made appear over all the kinds of lyric poesy to be incomparable.
Seite 29 - There is a time When first sensation paints the burning cheek, Fills the moist eye, and quickens the keen pulse, That mystic meanings half conceiv'd invest The simplest forms, and all doth speak, all lives To the eager heart ! At such a time to me Thou cam'st, dear holiday ! Thy twilight glooms Mysterious thoughts awaken'd, and I mus'd As if possest, yea felt as I had known The dawn of inspiration. Then the days Were sanctified by feeling, all around Of an indwelling presence darkly spake. Silence...